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#2 Define Girlfriend

There’s a really cute girl at the far-end of the bar and Harry swears he knows her from somewhere. But for the the life of him, he can’t place where exactly. He doesn’t want to look like a total creep by stealing one too many sneaky glances, or worse, walking up to her and straight up asking “hey, have we met before?”

Still, she seems so familiar that it’s actively bothering him. Like there’s a pretty name on the tip of his tongue and a vibrant personality dancing around in his mind. He can’t wait for Niall to get here so he can ask his friend who the hell she is. Because she smirks as soon as she catches him staring and, now, it feels like a challenge. She definitely knows who Harry is. And she’s getting a serious kick out of his inability to identify her, if her suddenly gleeful and a bit sinister demeanor is any indications.

Then she saunters his way and his jaw drops. Oh, Harry recognizes who this is, alright. Hell, he could recall that hip sway in his sleep. He’s been watching that sexy walk in and out of the room for three semesters and counting.

“Hello, stranger,” croons Louis fucking Tomlinson, his organic chemistry lab partner and the sassiest little shit alive. Harry responds rather eloquently by screeching like a Pterodactyl, “You’re a girl?!”

Louis snorts, half-amused and half-offended, “I’m looking stunning in a dress and some makeup, Harold. Also, don’t say ‘girl’ like it’s an insult.”

“That’s not what I—“ Harry couldn’t backtrack fast enough, remembering that Louis has five little sisters whom he is fiercely protective of, “—did you steal Lottie’s cloth?”

Harry’s thoughts are running wild as Louis blinks and takes a step back. “You’re already easily distracted again,” Louis observes, “just lost your focus as soon as you figured out it’s me.” Louis pouts. His bottom lip juts out. He looks so kissable. Harry wants to die. Or gets down on his knees and suffocates himself by sucking Louis off under the skirt. Same difference, really.

“Don’t blame me. You’re so gorgeous I can’t think straight,” Harry flirts shamelessly, feeling comfortable now that he’s no longer in uncharted territory. Louis argues halfheartedly, “You’re only saying that ‘cause I look like a pretty woman.”

“Does that mean I can buy your love,” Harry teases fondly, knowing exactly what movie reference Louis just made, “or am I asking for something I can’t afford?”

Louis hums, his beautiful eyelashes fluttering as he pretends to think it through. “Depends on what currency we’re talking,” Louis decides, his smile turning a little shy, “I might go home with you for a recurring fee, Styles.”

Turns out, Louis charges infinite adoration and that’s the price Harry is more than willing to pay.

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#1 name tags

Though Harry has read a lot of books whose protagonists have dreamy cerulean eyes, he never expected to understand how the cliché is so true so intimately before. That is until Louis Tomlinson comes along and starts batting long eyelashes at him.

Okay, Louis is probably just blinking like a normal person. But his eyes are so goddamn blue, they make Harry want to be a love interest in his life story. Harry makes a discreet attempt to pinch himself, in case he’s only dreaming up the most beautiful boy on planet earth. But, no, Louis simply doesn’t disappear.

“Do you have a plaster? ‘Cause I graze my knees when I fell for you,” Harry’s own eyes widen in horror as he hears himself speaking the flirtatious pun out loud. Thank god, Louis just goes, “From the sky?” And then he promptly flushes pretty pink all over, hiding his gorgeous face behind his hands in apparent embarrassment. Harry couldn’t be more delighted to counter his quick remark.

“Did you just call me an angel?”

“Takes one to know one,” Louis retorts and Harry learns how fetal the combination of sass and crinkly-eyed smile really is.

There’s no telling if they spend the next three seconds or six hours staring at each other in awed silence. Harry’s inner monologue could probably rival a blockbuster romantic comedy. Because Louis’s shy grin will be the death of him and Harry Styles would die a very, very happy boy indeed.

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